When I first founded this Blog its raisin d’entree was to ad my voice to the Political discus in Australia, partly becuase I believe is dominated on all Front’s by the Left and there propagandering minions. Now it has come to pass that, looking over my effort’s off the passed few month’s that the balance of my out put have been overwellmingly personal.
I’m not sure how I feel about this but it has happened though a range of Issue’s & Circumstance and there’s little I can doo about it now aside from hope you reader’s, who I expect come here to chew my fat a little from time to time to time bit do’nt mind and are entertained or find something to empathise with when you do .
ANyway like my old man use to say “this World of our’s is spinnin to fast” And to extend that analgy, I have to admit I’m in a bit of a spin myself.
Most of you know how things stand with Slim, and to put it diplomamaticly all is not quite on the Western Frot. the way Slim is going hes not the kind of matter to be raising with decent fork who want to be coming on a Blog and having a shinwag without yodelling there breakfast’s out of disgust – if you see what I’m getting at.
So, fice to say iv’e got a wrong un on my hands. But infact another ton of Trey Bit has hit the fan of late.
I’m not a Man whose scarred of a fight with Reality but I must admit iv been hitting the Devils’ Mouthwash a bit lately. The Bull’s aren’t ones to run from a fight and ‘Im the kind that step up and stick’s one on lifes jaw if I think liberty’s are been taken. But since this businesss with Slim I have’nt had the heart.
Sitting on the veranda at 3am with a bottle of bottle of Glen Simpson in your gut, Dingley Village can look a very depressing place.
And the Glen Simpson! – on my Oath, never buy scotch off the Intenet. I was just about ready to give up on grog after the second case, but the old Bull Machoismo kicked in.You Never writo off a bull but
In anycase Ive decided to clean up a bit after a nasty bit of business with Button’s.
The poor tyke ate a plastic bag and had some trouble this morning doing what comes Natural if you get my drift. Lucky – or not so lucky may be- I could see the buggar in there. I was a bit worse for where but I worked a finger’s in and managed to hook one of the handles.
I do;nt know if it was the Stench or maybe a few day’s on the Glen Simpson had drained me but I could’nt get the thing out. Worst, Button’s was looking over his shoulder at me, and when I saw the pain in those big eyes – he seemed to be saying “Raymond stop puling that bag out of my arsehoe.
But I think being a Man is about making those Hard decision’s some times.
I knocked back a douible Glen Simpson and shouted Eureaka!
Get well soon little Mate -I know how your feeling, believe it or note.